


Another Look

by amythis



Series: Laverne & Lenny: From Me to You [4]
Category: Laverne & Shirley (TV)
Genre: F/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-04-01
Updated: 2017-04-02
Packaged: 2018-10-09 13:12:44
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 5,128
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10412913
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/amythis/pseuds/amythis
Summary: Months after their break-up, Laverne regrets letting Lenny go, but it's too late now.  Isn't it?





	1. Eye Opener

Laverne fell in love with her ex-boyfriend the same night she helped him woo another girl.

They'd been living in California for nine months, long enough to have a baby, except that Laverne was on the Pill. She went on it when she started seeing Sonny and stayed on it even after they broke up.

Lenny had nothing to do with that break-up. It was more to do with the legacy of Randy Carpenter. A couple months before she dated Lenny, she dated a fireman who died and she was never really the same afterwards. And it was tough dating someone in another risky profession. Sonny tried to give up stuntwork for her, but it was too much to ask. They parted as friends and he was now doing a Spaghetti Western. Laverne hadn't dated much since he left for Italy.

Meanwhile she and Shirley got a job at a department store and had various misadventures, like and unlike their old life in Milwaukee. Lenny and Squiggy were still around, and Laverne was mostly glad about that. Lenny was still one of her best friends, although their friendship was tested again when the Royal Cactus Motel threatened to sue the four of them for damages. Then Squiggy admitted that Shirley's version of events was true.

Laverne had had to admit to Sonny and even worse to her father that Lenny had been her boyfriend at the time. She had to explain why she hadn't been in the room when Squiggy tried to attack Shirley. She told Pop that she and Lenny had been kissing in the ice cream truck, which was true. She didn't tell even Sonny exactly where the kisses had been. He was more baffled than jealous, and even though she still thought Lenny was a great guy, she could understand why a man as perfect as Sonny would wonder about the appeal of a man as imperfect as Lenny.

As for Pop, he blamed himself for her dating Lenny. "If me and Edna hadn't moved out to California, then, Muffin, you wouldn't have got so lonely you latched onto a familiar face. But you're out here now and you've got a great guy like Sonny."

She didn't bother trying to explain things to either of them. She hadn't really understood her attraction to Lenny herself.

Things started to shift this past week, although she hadn't realized it until tonight. She wanted to sing a pretty love song at Hoot Night at Cowboy Bill's, the restaurant that Pop started running after he sold the Pizza Bowl. Shirley did a great duet with Carmine, so Lenny suggested Laverne take voice lessons, too.

Laverne thought both Lenny and Carmine believed she could be a singer, until Squiggy told her otherwise. But it was Lenny, not Carmine, that she'd been hugging and touching so much lately. Innocent touches but a lot of them. It could've been that Shirley had always told Laverne to keep her hands off Carmine, which Laverne had mostly obeyed. However, Lenny, while not as much taken as Carmine, was infatuated with another girl, Sabrina Bouche, a waitress at Cowboy Bill's. But that made it safer to touch Lenny. He wouldn't get the wrong idea, and at the same time it wasn't like Laverne was stealing him from an actual girlfriend.

Lenny wanted to sing at Hoot Night, too, but to impress Sabrina. He was still shy with girls sometimes, but he had more confidence onstage. He wanted to do a duet with Laverne, not a romantic one, but a catchy, slightly naughty one be taught her back in high school. It was a fun song, but not exactly what she had in mind.

Squiggy made her cry in the ladies' room when he came in and told her she couldn't sing. What hurt most was that Lenny had lied to her, encouraged her. But she realized that he did it because he cared. And maybe he'd meant it when he said she sounded so good on the old song, the fun song, "The Look."

But that didn't mean she wanted to get up onstage and sing it with him. Then she realized, this wasn't just about her tonight. If singing with Lenny would help make Sabrina notice him, then Laverne should sing with him. She'd do her best to not think about herself and her problems.

A few things happened onstage. One was that she had a great time. She loved singing, especially with Lenny. So she did forget herself and her problems. And the audience seemed to be enjoying it, and not just because they didn't rush the exit like they did during her solo last week. Also, Lenny seemed to be having a blast, and not just because Sabrina was beaming up at him. All the positive feelings fed each other. Laverne couldn't believe she could go from crying in the restroom to this so quickly.

At the end, her joy spilled over into a kiss that Lenny returned. It wasn't a long or deep kiss, but it was an enthusiastic kiss. Before she could figure out if it was just a friendly kiss, Laverne remembered she was onstage and she noticed that Sabrina was waiting for Lenny's autograph. Laverne redirected Lenny's attention and escaped the stage, to be congratulated by Pop and everyone.

When she looked towards the stage again, Lenny had set down his guitar and was leaving with Sabrina. He didn't even say goodbye, or thank you. Well, he tended to tune everyone else out when he was infatuated. She could feel good knowing she'd helped her best guy friend.

So why didn't she feel good? Why did what Squiggy called "the acclimatization of the crowd" not really matter anymore? Why did she refuse Pop's offer of free food and drink to celebrate, and Shirley's offer of company on her walk home when she said she was worn out after performing?

The whole way home, carrying her guitar, she thought about all this, till she reached the reluctant conclusion that she was in love with Lenny. She didn't know if she'd been in love with him all along or if it started tonight, as they sang a song about how he wanted her but she didn't trust him. It didn't matter really. He was with Sabrina now and Laverne would have to be happy for him. That was what everybody said real love was. But that didn't mean she didn't cry when she got home.

She thought about writing a song about it, but Squiggy had told her she shouldn't sing sad love songs. And she didn't want anyone to know how she felt. So instead she played some Beatles songs that she'd learned. Not "From Me to You" though. That was their song even more than "The Look" had turned out to be.

"I'm a loser/ I'm a loser/ And I'm not what I appear to be."

The front door swung open and Lenny stood there with his guitar. "Hello."


	2. Looking Back

“Um, hello.”

“Care for another duet?” Lenny asked, strumming his guitar.

Laverne set aside her guitar. “Where’s Sabrina?”

“Back at Cowboy Bill’s. Her break was over.”

“Oh. So did you ask her out for later?”

He shook his head.

“Why not?”

He swallowed and came over to sit in the chair where he sat when he suggested they sing “The Look” together. “That’s what I came to talk to you about.”

“Yeah? Did you chicken out?” She was relieved, but then she knew that it was her job to build up his confidence again, until he could ask Sabrina out.

“Not exactly. You see, we went for a walk and I was gonna ask her out but then she started talking about how good I was. How good we were.”

“Oh.” Laverne wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“I mean, not that she thought you were a great singer or nothin’.”

“Gee, thanks, Len.” Had Sabrina insulted Laverne and then had Lenny risen to her defense?

“No, I mean, she thought you had a lot of personality. And she said we were a good team.”

“Well, that’s nice, I guess.”

“And then she asked if we were an item.”

“Oh. So what did you say?”

“I said we used to go out but that’s all over, months ago.”

“Well, good.”

“Not exactly. You see, she thought we looked kind of flirty up there.”

“That was just the act.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just when you kissed me at the end, well, she really wondered.”

“Oh, well, I was just so happy. Because you made me get up there and sing. And we were good together, singing and stuff.”

“Right.”

“So, um, was she jealous or something?”

“I dunno. It was more like she didn’t want to step on any toes, if you had a prioritizing claim.”

“Oh.”

“So I said that you didn’t want me no more and she shouldn’t worry about it.”

“Good.” Laverne felt like she should say something about her feelings, but why should she stand in the way of Lenny’s happiness?

“Yeah, but then she asked me how I felt about you.” He swallowed again, and then looked down at his guitar, strumming random chords. “And I said, well, I guess I’ll always have feelings for you, Laverne, even if you don’t feel the same. But I gotta get on with my life.”

“Oh.” She still didn’t know what to say. She wanted to hear how the conversation with Sabrina ended.

“Then she said that I was a nice guy but she didn’t want to be just a tool.”

“A tool?”

“A tool to help me get over you. So I walked her back to Cowboy Bill’s, got my guitar, and walked over here.”

“Oh.”

“Is that all you’re gonna say, Laverne?”

She picked up her guitar and started strumming, too. She said, “Listen.” Then she found herself singing, “Do you want to know a secret?”

Lenny looked up with his face glowing. He joined in on, “Do you promise not to tell?”

And then they both sang, “Whoa, oh, oh.” And then they both laughed. Then they both blushed.

“Do you mean it, Laverne?”

She set down her guitar and came over to squat beside his chair, like she had a few days ago. This time she whispered-sang, “Closer. Let me whisper in your ear. Say the words you long to hear.” She couldn’t sing the next part but she did whisper, “I’m in love with you.”

“Maybe you can do pretty love songs after all.” Then he turned his head and they kissed long and deep. He ended the kiss before she was ready. “So why were you gonna let me get with Sabrina?”

“Well, I didn’t realize how I felt till tonight. And anyway, I didn’t know how you felt.”

“Oh. So was it that you were jealous of Sabrina?”

“Not exactly. I mean, it helped me see how I felt about you, that I could lose you. But it was also that you made me so happy tonight.”

He smiled. “You made me happy, too. No one makes me as happy as you do.”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” Then she frowned. “So why did you sleep with that girl right off when we moved out to California?”

“She didn’t stay overnight.”

“Lenny, you know that’s not what I’m asking.”

He sighed. “You were giving me the silent treatment, Laverne. I understand why now, because of Squiggy. But I had to take his side. He’s my best friend, just like you believed Shirley.”

“I didn’t just believe her because she’s my best friend. Her story was more believable, and it turned out to be true.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know that then. And I felt rejected and then me and Squiggy met those girls on the beach when we were selling ice cream. And he said we should forget about you and Shirley.”

“But you signed a three-year lease as our next-door neighbors!”

“Well, yeah. But that’s because this is a great apartment building. And, OK, maybe I hoped you and me could make up if I stuck around, instead of going back to Milwaukee. But meanwhile there were these two girls who were willing to go home with us, so.”

She shook her head. “I kind of understand. I mean, I got involved with Sonny pretty quick. But at least I waited a couple weeks, not a few hours.”

“I know. You know I’m not too bright sometimes. And I guess I hoped I could get over you that way, but it didn’t work. I mean, doing it is fun but it’s more fun when you know the person, care about the person.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

“But I wasn’t trying to make you jealous. Not that night, and not tonight. I know that doesn’t work with you. I mean, it doesn’t make you really like someone, just because you’re jealous.”

“Were you, were you jealous of Sonny?”

“It’s funny, but I wasn’t. And I wasn’t jealous of Randy neither. I like to see you happy, Laverne. I’d rather it was with me, but if the guy’s a good guy, then it bothers me a lot less.”

She bit her lip to keep from crying again. He’d said Randy’s name for the first time in almost a year and a half.

And then he continued, “I know that hurt you a lot to lose him, Randy I mean. So I tried to be patient with you not knowing how you felt about me when we were dating. But it was tough sometimes.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Was that part of what had been going on, not wanting to get hurt again? It had been a little easier with Sonny, maybe because more time had passed. And Lenny had hurt her anyway, not by dying or risking death but by cheating. Or maybe it wasn’t cheating exactly, she still wasn’t sure.

“But you know now, right?”

She smiled. “Yeah, I know.”

Then she took his guitar away and sat in his lap. They cuddled and kissed. It felt good to be back with him, better than before because she knew so much more, about him, about herself, about life.

“I’ve missed you so much, Laverne!” he whispered in her ear.

She knew what he meant. “I’ve missed you, too, Len.”

Then they started necking. And their hands went into each other’s shirts, she unbuttoning the Hawaiian print, he scooping into her scoop-neck. Before long, she could feel his erection.

“Oh, Laverne!”

“Mmm, Len, I wanna really get back together with you, but Shirley will probably be home soon.”

“There’s a special place we can go,” he gasped.

“Yeah?” she said skeptically. The guys had sold the ice cream truck when their talent agency took off, but it wasn’t that comfortable anyway. Besides, she associated it with what led to their break-up.

“Stand up and I’ll take you there.”

“Uh, OK.” She stood.

He stood and led her over next to the stairs. Then he sat on the floor and said, “Do you have a hammer?”

“If I had a hammer,” she started to sing, then asked, “What do you want with a hammer?”

“We need to take out the nails on this side of the door.”

As soon as possible after they found out who their neighbors were, she and Shirley had boarded up the door leading to the passageway to the guys’ apartment. “Len, your apartment isn’t exactly a secret, special place.”

He shook his head. “Just get me a hammer.”

So she got him a hammer. He removed the nails and then took the door off.

He got on all fours and said, “Follow me, Laverne.”

So she followed him, crawling into the crawl space, until they reached a little alcove with a ceiling high enough to sit up. The only furnishings were a mattress and a turned-over box with a candle, its holder, and matches on it.

“Is this where you take your chicks, Len?”

“No, this is where I go when I want to be by myself, writing music, thinking about life.”

“And you want to share it with me?”

“I want to share everything with you, Laverne.”

She didn’t know what to say.

Then he said, “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back. I just need to prop the door back up.”

“OK.” She took off her white go-go boots, lit the candle, and waited on the mattress.

But when he returned, he again said, “I’ll be right back.” He started crawling towards his apartment.

“What are ya leavin’ for?”

He looked over his shoulder and blushed a little. “Well, not to make no presumptives, but I thought I should go get my safes, just in case.”

She blushed, too, as she said, “Um, Len, I’m on the Pill.”

He grinned over his shoulder as he crawled backwards towards the mattress.


	3. Seeing Each Other

Laverne and Lenny lay on the mattress, kissing and touching. He’d taken off the brown jacket and Hawaiian shirt, while she’d taken off her striped, scoop-neck blouse, so that above the waist they were just down to his undershirt and her bra.

“Laverne, before we go any further, I wanna ask you something.”

“Yeah, Len?” Was he going to ask her to marry him? And what would she say this time?

“What would you say if I said that it wasn’t Squiggy who had trouble with his prowess with the girls we picked up the first night in California? What if it was me?”

She pulled away a little. “Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”

“Um, because that’s not what happened. But I kind of wish it was.”

She shook her head. “Look, Len, the past is the past. You know I was with Sonny, right?”

“Well, yeah, I kind of hoped you didn’t go all the way with him, but you did date him a long time, and you’re on the Pill, so yeah.”

“Well, I’m not gonna apologize for it or nothin’. He was my boyfriend and we were kind of serious.”

“No, I get that, Laverne. But maybe you wouldn’t have dated him if I hadn’t been with that girl.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know, maybe. The thing is, Len. Well, I had all those doubts about us, even before Royal Cactus. They’re gone now but I had to work things through, not date you for awhile. Do you understand?”

“I think so. It’s always been different for me. I’ve always had feelings for you. I guess yours needed time to grow.”

“Yeah, unlike certain things of yours.” Her hand lightly grazed his crotch.

“Laverne!” he growled and then started kissing her neck.

“Mmm, Lenny!”

One of his hands undid her bra, while the other went under her skirt.

“Oh, Lenny!”

He was more of an animal than he was when they dated before, as if he couldn’t wait any longer to be with her again. But she didn’t mind. She felt the same. She undid his belt and then the zipper on his tan slacks. She nibbled his neck and his ears as she pulled down his slacks and boxers.

He pulled down her panties and started fingering her, as his other hand squeezed her breasts. Then they French-kissed as they made each other come.

“Sorry, Laverne,” he gasped.

“It’s OK. You’ll be hard again soon, right?”

“With you? Definitely.” Then he scooted down the bed and started licking between her legs, making her come again, dripping into his mouth.

“How am I without toppings?” she asked when she could form a question again.

“Still delicious.”

“Oh, Len.” She stroked his slicked-back hair. He fingered her and kissed and licked some more, making her cry, “Oh, Len!”, as she wriggled against his face.

Then he kissed up to and beyond her belly and spent some time lavishing attention on her chest.

“Len, you’re too sweet, you’re too good to me.”

He looked up at her with his blue eyes and said, “Laverne, do you remember what you said right before you got fired from Shotz?”

“Uh, no.”

“You asked me why I hang out with a guy like Squiggy, who treats me the way he does. And I said, ‘You just don’t know him, Laverne. He’s too good for me.’ ”

“I don’t treat you as bad as Squiggy does, do I?” she asked guiltily.

“No, Laverne, you don’t understand. I know you both love me. Well, in different ways. But neither of you is big on sediment. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve more.”

She nodded. “I guess I understand.”

“And I know that sometimes I compliment you and you don’t know what to say, because it’s not how you talk. But I’ve always known you care.”

“I do, Len. Even years ago.”

“Yeah, I knew that when you sewed on your L for my ‘Lone Wolf’ jacket.”

She hadn’t known it at the time, but she must’ve started to care for him a little then. And a few months later, when he proposed to her for the first time, she called him “a great friend and a real sweet guy.” And he was both, still, along with all the other things he’d become since then.

“Come up here,” she said, opening her arms for him.

He scooted up and they snuggled again. “Laverne, I gotta tell ya, that girl the first night, that’s not the only one I’ve been with. There’ve been a few others.”

“It doesn’t matter. We weren’t exactly 99 44⁄100 % pure when we first got together.”

“Yeah, but you are the best.”

“Because you love me or because I’m just really good?”

“Both.”

“Thank you.”

“Am I better than Sonny?”

“Lenny!”

“Sorry, I had to ask.”

“OK. You wanna get naked?”

“Yeah!”

So they stripped off what was left of their clothes. Then they caressed each other’s skin, slowly and lovingly, like they were rediscovering each other. She realized that they had never really taken the time to do this when they dated before. They always seemed to be in a rush, worried about being interrupted and/or eager to make out.

“Laverne, do you remember the first time you kissed me?”

“Uh, you mean being kissed or starting a kiss?”

“You started it. You, me, Squiggy, and Shirley went on a double date to that fancy restaurant and then you girls gave us goodnight kisses. Well, I mean, Shirley kissed Squiggy and you kissed me.”

“Yeah, Len, I know.”

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but I kinda liked it.”

She remembered it vividly now that he’d reminded her. Not only did he kiss back very eagerly but he, well, he looked like he practically had an orgasm from it. His later reactions to her kisses were calmer, if still very pleased. She supposed the surprise element had been part of it, in a different way than when he first kissed her. In the beginning, she had never wanted him to kiss her and had never expected him to, but he clearly wanted but didn’t expect this kiss. It was more of a kiss than the one she gave him when he fell in love with her and wrote the song about her. It started out as a pity kiss but she wanted to send him home smiling. At the time, she worried she’d overdone it, but he didn’t seem to expect anything else, at least not that night.

Squiggy had staggered a little after Shirley let him go with what she later described to Laverne (who was still kissing Lenny at that moment) as a “There you go” gesture. But Lenny had pounded on a table, tossed Kleenex in the air, and tripped on the step next to the door, before exiting biting his hand.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“That’s the thing, Laverne. Even just touching and kissing is sooooo nice with you.”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

“So when you offered me third base the first time, you really surprised me, because even just sitting on the couch kissing or maybe necking all night woulda been great.”

“So you’re saying you don’t want to do it tonight?”

He guffawed. “Don’t be stupid, Laverne.”

“Sorry.”

“I just mean it’s all amazing.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Really?”

She kissed his cheek. “Really.”

“And did you mean it that first night when you said not many guys had made you come?”

“Yeah, I meant it. You’re, I don’t know how you do it, but you make me come. Well, I mean, I know how you do it, like how you touch me and stuff. But there’s also something about you that makes me come.” She blushed a little talking about this. Even with Sonny, she never did. Sonny tried to make her come, and he usually did, but they didn’t analyze it. Lenny loved talking about all this, something she’d half forgotten.

“Yeah? Do I excite you, Laverne?”

“Yeah, you do. And when we’re together, I don’t know, you get to me.”

“Even though I’m not smooth like Squiggy?”

“Um, sort of. I mean, I think you need more confidence, but you’re awful sweet, Len. The way you want to please me, and not just in bed. Like tonight. I mean at Cowboy Bill’s. You knew what I needed and you gave it to me.”

“Yeah? I felt kinda selfish.”

“Lenny, you’re one of the least selfish people I know.”

“But I was trying to get Sabrina.”

“You’re allowed. Well, not now, since I think we’re kinda goin’ together again.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

Then they started making out again. There was no question that she excited him. He got another hard-on pretty quick, something she had definitely missed about him. And this time there was no pausing for condoms. She teased him into her as soon as he was hard enough and he joyfully slid deeper.

“Oh, Laverne, it’s even better like this!”

“Mmm, Len.” It felt the same physically to her, the rubber never really making a difference for her, but on the other hand, knowing that their skin was touching down there, too, felt different emotionally. Sometimes he’d take long, deep strokes, and other times he’d inch himself in till it drove her crazy. He’d picked up some moves from whatever California girls he’d been with, but she knew that he was savoring her because of who she was.

And Sonny had taught her a few things, little hip movements and leg flexes and stuff.

“LAVERNE, LAVERNE, LAVERNE!” he screamed.

“Hush, Len. We don’t want Squiggy or Shirley to hear if they’re home. Or Rhonda for that matter.” Rhonda lived on the other side of Laverne’s apartment, but Lenny was loud enough that Laverne felt like they could be heard back at Cowboy Bill’s.

“Sorry,” he whispered. Then he switched to quiet grunting and panting, especially during the deeper thrusts.

“Len, can you tease me a little more?”

“How do you mean?”

“Do it where you just give me a little bit.”

“But I want to give it all to you, Laverne.”

“I know. And I want it all, but if you kinda hold back, then that makes me want it even more.”

“You mean like this?” He poked in a little and then pulled out and rubbed the head of his thing against her button.

“YES!!!”

“Hush, Laverne,” he said, teasing with his voice, too.

With her coaching, he used his thing more like he used his fingers but every once in awhile pushing his way into her. Or sometimes she’d rush towards him, capturing him, swallowing him between her legs, using her knees to drive him into her, till he’d carefully pull out and tease some more.

She struggled not to be loud as she came, which only intensified the orgasm.

“Mmm, so beautiful, Laverne,” he whispered, as one hand stroked her button and the other stroked her face.

“Lenny, Lenny, Lenny,” she almost sobbed as she whispered his name.

“Don’t cry, Laverne!”

“No, it’s good crying.”

“Yeah? You want to come again?”

“I’m not sure if I can take any more.”

“Oh, well, in that case.” He pulled all the way out, so she grabbed him with one hand and put him back in, clenching around him so that he came, looking a little like he did after the first time she willingly and eagerly kissed him, only not goofy but handsome. She came watching his face and feeling him spill his seed into her. She was glad she was on the Pill, although for one moment she wondered what it would be like if he got her pregnant someday. It would be fun to make babies with him, although being good Catholics, in their own way, they should probably get married first.

She had a moment of questioning her sanity. Where was this coming from? Yeah, she loved him, but that didn’t mean she was ready for marriage and a family, right? That sounded more like what Shirley would be like, if she ever did it with Carmine, or an eligible doctor. Then Laverne decided to just accept that she was always going to have complicated feelings about Lenny, even in the throes of orgasm.

Afterwards, they snuggled up and he said, “You wanna sleep over?”

“In here?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Well, I should probably leave a note for Shirl. So she won’t worry if I’m out all night.” She had no idea how she’d explain that she was back with Lenny. Shirley had never really approved of this romance.

“OK, if you want. And tell her thank you.”

Laverne pulled away and sat up, staring at him. “Thank you?”

“Yeah, when I got back to Cowboy Bill’s, I asked her where you were. I wasn’t planning to tell you what happened with Sabrina or nothin’. I just wanted to thank you for singing with me. But she said, ‘Leonard, she walked home alone. Could you go check on her?’ So I felt like that was as close as she was gonna get to giving us her blessing.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Laverne lay down and snuggled up again. She could skip the note. Shirley would probably figure it out when she saw the two guitars leaning against the sofa.

“Mmm, it’s gonna be nice to wake up with you, Laverne.”

“Yeah.” They never really had, unless you counted waking up in the ice cream truck, and that hadn’t exactly been a romantic morning. “I’d like that. Waking up with you.” She yawned. “Maybe we could make a habit of it.”

“Hey, did you just propose to me?”

“Ask me again in the morning.”

"Sure, Laverne, whatever you want."

THE END


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